[Center][I][B]Pascale Isadora Buckley[/I][/B]
—[I]♫♪ Contre-Jour ♫♪[/I]—[/Center]

Excitement and routine, all bundled up into one particular individual.

The benefits of being a feline Faunus: sleep came easy, quick, and was almost always deep and restorative. So, when her internal alarm clock rang, she was up and out of there in a quiet storm, nearly tripping over herself in ecstatic joy as she made her way toward the girl's showers. She'd spotted a few early risers on her way there, but was the first in and the first out, avoiding Arara completely as she sauntered off in the other direction. The girl would probably not spot her rounding the corner just as she did, but social interaction wasn't what she wanted to accomplish that morning—the first exam would handle that on its own. She needed to gather food for herself as soon as possible and get down to the tallest building for sunrise.

The other day, she had filled up on an exquisite chicken cordon bleu dish from one of the more expensive restaurants around campus, spotting a rather unusually problematic looking situation unfolding whilst she waited for her food. She didn't wait to see it unfold further, the... whatever the hell it was making it quite obvious it had taken a liking to whomever was sitting at the booth. She would rather not stick around to see how that ended and would honestly would have felt better in the middle of a skirmish. Of course, she hadn't actually expected to sit in the midst of a fight, having ordered a few pastries for later, the bakery still open this morning for her to slowly careen into. The fight that had begun hadn't bothered her in the slightest, hadn't interrupted her feasting, and hadn't quite amused her enough to catch her full attention—she would definitely remember their faces, though, one already familiar. It just happened that, as she sat down outside before a crowd piled any further, that two of the combatants had swept away her table just as she sat, though Pascale had retracted her plate before they could take that as well, making her further look for a spot to sit. She immediately left just as the fight ended, the crowd looking distraught at the headmaster and his assistant, or teacher, whatever she did.

Now, though, as Pascale was retrieving a box of donuts from the baker, who seemed to have just awoken not too long ago, she had observed that the campus was much more serene in the mornings before everyone woke, noting all of that dully as she turned to leave. The bakery wasn't even supposed to be open that early, but she had determined that they would need whatever customers they could get at whatever time to make sure they could replace and repair every piece of furniture, and whatever else, by the end of the year and still make a profit. After a curt thanks over her shoulder, Pascale made her way outside, spotting just a few more people shuffling into dark morning, groggy and unaware, and still not enough to be concerned time-wise.

Finding a nice spot somewhere on the roofs of Beacon's buildings, making sure her view of the east was uninhibited, Pascale settled cross-legged to watch the spectacle just about to display itself over the horizon. A bright smile, along with some powdered sugar, coated her face, of which she wiped off, only to replace with a wider grin. Mornings like this were why she made it a habit to wake up so early, adjust herself accordingly the night before, and make sure she ran on whatever energy she could accumulate the moment she rose. It made her miss her own room, the large window giving her a portrait of the day: cloudy, snowy, rainy, whatever she felt like looking at. And if the mood didn't match the scenery, she'd make it match, let her hands grab whatever art supplies they could find and paint the day she wished, the day she wanted, before going about her business the rest of the afternoon. Pascale, by all means, wasn't the best artist, but she made do with what skills she had and what skills she could further bolster through the years.

The moment the sun fully flung itself above the horizon, Pascale hopped up, dusting her clothes of crumbs and whatever she had clumsily dripped onto her outfit. Finally straightening her maroon skirt, tugging it lower to make sure it covered most of her thighs, and shifted her jacket further up her body, she hopped down from her perch and dropped down safely onto the campus fields. She smiled, watching more students pile out, though catching one who moved rather deliberately, if not with mild pride in her steps—the girl she just missed in the showers. Seeing her leave, Pascale approached one of the many benches near the dock, and sat herself quietly, meaningfully, and waited the morning out, keeping her eyes on anyone approaching the area, ready for whatever the day held for them. She kept an amicable smile on her face, her eyes laced with a cautious curiosity, legs slightly bent to the side with gloved hands atop her lap, removing herself completely from any social interaction, but keeping close enough to observe—a feline, if anyone ever saw one. 

Though, as she watched aloofly, Pascale did turn her head, ears twitching, upward at the recent announcements, letting out a contented chuckle at the slightly immature prank. Her eyes fell onto another group, a bemused smile stretching further; they were the same people she had side-stepped in the auditorium, noticing the raven haired girl instantly, as not many had such straight, ebony hair to begin with. She also held herself in a familiar way, even if Pascale had simply bumped into her just yesterday. She completely ignored the newest, most evident attendees fly by, knowing full well who they were just from the way each foot was planted onto the hard ground—controlled, confidant irritation accompanied by hurried scuffles, yet strangely coordinated despite their predicament.